There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.

Conscientious people are apt to see their duty in that which is the most painful course.

We are not apt to fear for the fearless, when we are companions in their danger.

History repeats itself.

She thought it was part of the hardship of her life that there was laid upon her the burthen of larger wants than others seemed to feel – that she had to endure this wide hopeless yearning for that something, whatever it was, that was greatest and best on this earth.

It is not true that a man's intellectual power is, like the strength of a timber beam, to be measured by its weakest point.

What deep and worthy love is so, whether of woman or child, or art or music. Our caresses, our tender words, our still rapture under the influence of autumn sunsets, or pillared vistas, or calm majestic statues, or Beethoven symphonies all bring with them the consciousness that they are mere waves and ripples in an unfathomable ocean of love and beauty; our emotion in its keenest moment passes from expression into silence, our love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object and loses itself in the sense of divine mystery.